Benen didn’t care to turn his back on Gus, who produced two sets of lockpicking tools—one standard, one magical—but he held onto the magical ones while he watched the thief make an attempt with the regular. The feel of the magic through the thin cloth holding the set was strong and set his fingers to itching. Benen remembered a time when he was younger, when he’d thieved a bit himself. He would have loved a set like this then, infused with alarm-negation spells and who knew what else.
But all that was behind him, even if his fingers responded to the allure.
“Damn,” said Gus, leaning back from the door and frowning at it. “Can’t get it.”
“Try these but don’t try anything else,” said Benen, handing over the magical tools. “Where’d you come by a set so nice, anyway?” The lockpick kit Gus p
